"But though there is nothing in this Book I have cudgel'd my Brains about, yet I must confess, during my Prenticeship, I was a kind of Persecutor of Nature, and would fain then have chang'd the dull Lead of my Brain into finer Mettal."

"As for the Loves of these Villagers, the Intriegues of their Amours are not a little remarkable, they being very pretty Animals when disguis'd with that Passion: They are Tinder to such Flames, being quickly set on fire, even by the least spark, which when it hath catch'd the Match of their Soul...

"Our enticing Alurements are despised by Petrified Hearts, and impenetrable to the Impressions of amorous Passion. With Souls of Adamant they correspond with our Lives, encount'ring our Affections with peevish and wayward Scorn."

"Yet that lovely Body is but the Shell of a more glorious Inhabitant, and is as far out-shone by that more radiant Gust, which lies within, as your choicest Jewels exceed the lustre of the Cask; which holds them: For her Illustrious mind has got as inexhaustible a store of rare perfections in it,...

"His Resentment and Grief was too great not to be perceiv'd; therefore he took his leave somewhat abruptly; and when he had shifted his Disguise (which he always did at the Fryar's) he hastens to his dear Confident Castro, immediately tells him his Misfortune, how Cordelia was prepossess'd, had g...